True Love in Front of Eyes

Chapter 35. Shirt Dinas

"He was like that. Still want to hold me!"

Elina put her body on the bed. He came home earlier than planned. In fact, before that woman wanted to go for a walk until night. However, after seeing the incident, the mood became bad, then he metuskan to go home.

It was unexpected that the man was also playing behind him. He saw Evan sitting with a woman. From Elina's vision, they were so close. The two talked to each other and even laughed together.

"Basic men. All right then. I won't be sad anymore."

Elina immediately got up, then walked towards the bathroom. He washed his body after almost a day of touring. The fresh effect made his mind slightly calm.

He immediately exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Unexpectedly, Evan had been inside the room, sitting on top of the sofa by staring at him. It was as if he was waiting for himself to come out of the bathroom.

Continued to be ignored, making Elina become misbehaved and also afraid. Evan's gaze was like he was ready to pounce on the victim. From the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair, did not escape the scan.

Elina walked quickly towards the wardrobe, picking up whatever clothes she found. Then, she went back into the bathroom to get dressed.

During this time Elina only ever once out of the bathroom only wrapped in a towel, that is when in the hotel. The memory of the incident after bathing there left him a little traumatized.

Elina was afraid that Evan would suddenly hug her again. He never changed clothes in front of the man again. He will always bring a change of clothes when he wants to take a shower.

"Damn! Why this shirt," grumbled Elina. He felt annoyed at himself for taking the wrong clothes. "I'm stupid, I could take a wrong shirt like this."

Of course, now in his hands was a transparent nightgown. The same clothes, he was wearing at the hotel at the time.

"Why did I forget to throw it away? How'this?"

Elina was so worried. If you have to go out, then take another shirt, it's impossible. It could please Evan's eyes again. Finally, after a long time of thought, he heavily wore that shirt.

"Oh, how is this. There's no way I'm in here any longer" muttered Elina. He's very confused right now.

Evan simply pulled both ends of his lips. The man knew that the wife was upset inside, reluctant to go out because she was wearing the shirt. He had also imagined Elina's body that was behind that translucent little shirt.

Evan knew what Elina was wearing at the moment because she was memorized by that one shirt. When the woman took it from the closet, she was already smiling happily. Finally, he will again see the curves of the wife's body, even if only a silhouette.

"Why not go out?" evan asked a little scream.

"Wouldn't. There, Mas Evan, there," replied Elina a little screamed anyway. He looked at the grinning smile from the man's face, making the feeling even more uneasy. The door closed again.

Does he know what I'm wearing, huh? Why can he smile like that? Even more horrified, this.

"Indeed, what if there's me? Are you not wearing clothes? Come on, get out!"

Long time waiting for Elina to come out. Almost half an hour later the woman was in the bathroom. However, Evan still faithfully waited by paying attention to the door of the room.

"What the hell are you doing there? Fainted?" ask Evan again. She felt that for a long time Elina had not shown herself even her voice was not heard.

Inside there, Elina was still confused, pacing back and forth. Sometimes he also sits on a closet when tired of standing. If only his feet had taken out paint like a stamp, perhaps the bathroom floor would have been filled with the footprints of the woman.

Without feeling, Elina's stomach was already screaming. He couldn't stand it because he was so hungry. Taking a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door. His smooth legs started to step out.

At that moment, Evan's eyes opened wide. Smiles also expand. He waited for the woman's entire body to come out of the bathroom. What a thrilling moment that the man so awaited. Without her pinta, the wife wears a suit of service.

Seriate.